Young Writers Society

So basically I had this idea where some random teens get taken to a cabin in the woods that’s rigged with different pranks and they all becomes friends.

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Ace groaned opening his eyes , all he remembered was getting hit on the back of the head by someone or something and well now he woke up in a strange place. Looking around himself he wondered where he was. “Strange” he muttered to himself. It seemed like he was in a cabin or a building resembling a cabin. He rolled his eyes “what the hell? How’d this happen?” He mumbled to himself. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed , his friends from the orphanage were probably worried. He told everyone he’d be home after work. They were probably worried sick.

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was how hard my head hurt. I vaguely remembered being whacked in the very back of the head by someone while I was checking out the graveyard. Even before I started looking around the cabin I had ended up in, I was placing my bets on who was responsible: an enthusiastic bully from my last school who already missed little old me, a salty ghost, or an overeager bully from my new classmates.

But none of the theories really explained the cabin - unless you considered this a very weird bullying tactic.

Giving a little groan, I shot to my feet and looked around my surroundings. It seemed like I wasn't alone. From the looks of it, it seemed like the guy I was with was just as confused as I was about ending up here.

I frowned when I finished my survey of the cabin. From the little I could see right now, it appeared that this place was mostly empty. I couldn't put an age to the cabin, but I had been hoping to have some form of help from a departed soul or two.

Dracula glanced around, trying to shake off the very annoying headache. He couldn't remember anything. He'd been out in the woods then BAM and he was in some strange house thing. After looking over things carefully he realized it was a cabin and even more interesting was the fact that there were people in here. And neither of them smelled like vampires. What on Earth is going on here?

It looked like the two of us weren't alone.

And, sadly enough, it wasn't in the "there's secretly a ghost lurking here" kind of way. The third member of our unlucky little trio felt a little strange to me, but he certainly was alive. I was good enough at telling the difference between the living and the deceased at this point to know that he wasn't a ghost - even though whatever part of me that could tell the difference was more than a little confused by him.

Maybe it was the pirate hat. That did seem a little odd.

But it was a stupid choice of outfit, just like the rest of his clothes. They were so dark and mysterious - and would look incredibly out-of-place among other people our age. I crossed my arms and gave him a look over again.

"Morning," I said, unable to hide my judgemental tone from my voice. "You wouldn't happen to know where we are right now, would you?"

"I was just about to ask that from you," said Dracula, still rubbing his head. When I get my hands on the idiot who did this.

"And, well Good Morning to you...although to be honest, mornings are not my preferred time of day."

"They're not mine, either," I reluctantly admitted. I wasn't eager to side with him so quickly, but he did have a point. Frowning, I looked around our surroundings again. "It's too bad you don't know where we are - it looks like we'll have to figure this out the hard way."

"Uh huh," mumbled Dracula," I guess so." He took a long look around the cabin, taking it all in. "Nothing that really stands out in here. Normal enough. Oh and by the way, you got a name?"